1477, the rivers and lakes have you (49) three in one
Jianghu has you (49)
Outside the city of Yanjing, there is a blanket of snow-capped mountains as far as the eye can see.
The outer city at night is even more lively than the inner city.
The streets are lined with restaurants, inns, theaters, and teahouses, with tall lanterns hung up. The lights are reflected by the white snow, making it feel brighter and brighter than daylight. The sounds of hawking on the streets also come and go, making it a lively scene.
Wan Yankang had never gone out specifically at night. But now that he had turned around, it was really strange.
Yang Guo, who was standing next to him, said: "Auntie also said that places like this must be banned step by step... But if there are no more of these places, who will come to the outer city and do what?"
Wanyankang knew that the aunt his son was referring to was the queen. The queen was particularly disgusted with such a place. Of course, most women were disgusted with such a place. But, this kind of place can only be distinguished between light and dark. On the bright side
It's banned, but secretly, we can do whatever we want.
However, with the current controls on human trafficking, unless the women are willing to do so, we can basically put an end to the kind of people who are forced into prostitution.
He felt that it was good enough to do this for the time being.
This time I came here not to discuss this. Wanyankang looked at his son and asked, "Where is Ding Daquan now?"
"Invite him to meet you, or meet him by chance?" Yang Guo asked.
Wanyankang snorted: "It would be condescending to ask him to meet him by chance? Do you want the memorials to impeach your father to be piled up in front of the emperor tomorrow?"
This is serious!
If an official has a bad reputation, he or she is doomed. At worst, he may be dismissed, at worst, he may be kept under observation, or if he commits another crime, he will go home. This is the heaviest punishment except for concealing a disaster or not reporting it.
"Besides, where he is now...can we meet him by chance?" Wanyankang kicked his son angrily.
It really can't be done in that place.
The two of them entered a teahouse and asked for a private room, four plates of fruits, four plates of dried fruits, and a pot of chrysanthemum tea. Then Wanyankang leaned over and looked through the storybook that had been prepared in the private room, while Yang Guo went to invite
Ding Daquan.
Ding Daquan felt very uncomfortable.
Starting from Lin'an, I have been like a housekeeper. I have to worry about eating, drinking and eating. I strive to serve the two of them comfortably. The prime minister cannot be offended, and the uncle cannot be offended. Then I can do these things myself and don't ask for anything.
They said okay, just don't be dissatisfied with yourself. But they don't know that sometimes if they put themselves too low, they will only be looked down upon by others. That Qiao Xingjian was also from an upright family, and he was neither humble nor arrogant.
The younger generation may look at him twice, but he naturally doesn't look down on this servant-like appearance. As for Jia Sidao, he can't even look down on Qiao Xingjian, the left prime minister, because of what his uncle has done.
Is he worthy of being a county lieutenant?
He was so depressed that no one else in the embassy was willing to talk to him except the people he brought with him. Otherwise, he went out to have fun on his own.
This time I went out, but I suffered a lot. Along the way, I arranged a woman for Jia Sidao, but I didn't dare to tell the truth and let her go. So, I really haven't eaten meat for a long time.
There are some differences between the girls in the North and the girls in the South. The South is very euphemistic. The higher the price, the more noble the bitches pretend to be and attract people. He has always been interested in women like that.
It’s not polite to be polite. When I arrived in the Northland, I realized that the women in the Northland are much tougher and more aggressive.
He was wandering on the street, with red lanterns hanging on both sides of the border, and young girls standing at the door. This kind of girl who relies on the door to solicit customers is not the most popular girl, but her appearance is also average. The girl from the south stands
There, the wind blew the gauze, making it look misty. But the girls here were different. They wore extra thick clothes. They were tightly covered, and the big-haired scarf looked even more beautiful on Bai Shengsheng's face.
Somewhat touching.
What he was looking at was a girl with a mole at the corner of her mouth. The girl was wearing a white satin jacket and an emerald green cotton skirt. She was leaning against the door with melon seeds wrapped in a handkerchief and eating them leisurely. He was
Watching in a trance, I saw a market gangster walking over to make fun of me. The girl spat the melon seed peel directly on the other person's face, and smiled: "...What are you doing if you don't have money, sisters?"
It’s no use spending my time with you.” She snorted softly, still in that leisurely manner, “Sister, how can you not eat, drink, or wear clothes?”
The gangster said: "I'll definitely give you money for food and drink, but the clothes you wear are superfluous. It would be more attractive if you don't wear them..."
The girl laughed loudly and pulled the gangster over: "I really can't explain your bastard, so I'll take advantage of you." After saying that, she actually kissed him.
He also thought that it was a pity that such a beauty would not be able to think about Xiao Xiangxiang tonight. Who would have thought that just as he was about to leave, he heard the gangster scream like a butchered pig. He was startled and twisted.
When I looked up, I realized that the girl was actually biting the gangster's lip to stop him from speaking. When the guy shouted, "Auntie, get around me," she let go and wiped the blood on her mouth.
He groaned: "What? Is it tasty enough?"
The gangster's lower lip was bitten and blood flowed. He covered his mouth and ran away.
The girl Youzi shouted from behind: "Come back next time! Go back and tell your mother-in-law that we are not soliciting you!"
After saying this, the gangster ran faster.
Ding Daquan felt that seeing the blood on the corner of the girl's mouth suddenly revealed the grievances he had felt in his heart for so many days. He went over and stuffed a piece of gold over her.
The girl took it and took a look. She didn't even bother to welcome him in. She just turned around and went in.
The lobby inside was very noisy. Many of them were sitting at tables with three or five men. They invited a few girls to accompany them, and they drank and drank together. It was very lively. The girl swayed her hips and moved to the second floor, and he followed behind.
We went up to the second floor, passed the corridor, and went directly to the upstairs of the backyard. There was only one room here that belonged to this girl.
As soon as he entered the house, Ding Daquan trembled: "It's such a cold day, why isn't there even a brazier?"
The girl glanced at Ding Daquan unexpectedly: "The guest is from out of town, right? It's his first time here!"
yes!
Ding Daquan also wanted to know more about the New Song Dynasty. After returning to the Southern Song Dynasty, he had something to say. He sat down, wrapped his cloak tightly, and then said: "The accent is a little different."
"It doesn't matter if the accents are different. Most of the people who come here are merchants from the south. It's easy for people from the north to come here." The girl also sat over and didn't even bring a pot of hot tea. "I know it's my first time to be objective.
Come here, that’s because I don’t know much about the market here objectively. A piece of gold can buy a similar girl for a month in the south, but here, this piece of gold is just that I don’t want to stand outside tonight.
I wanted to come back early and it would be warmer before I could receive you."
The implication is that the money given is not enough.
Ding Daquan was in disbelief: "The prices are so high."
It's not that prices are high, it's just prostitution that's high. It's because the taxes on this industry are too high. If we don't charge higher prices, there's no way we can survive.
The girl explained a few words, and Ding Daquan brought two more pieces of gold, and then changed to a room on the first floor. Although the room was small, it was warm. There were four dishes and a pot of wine on the small kang table.
There is hot water on the small stove above, and the teapot and tea leaves are placed beside it.
Ding Daquan shook his head: "I don't know how many people said how good the New Song Dynasty was before, but now it seems that it may not be so."
This made the girl unhappy: "I know whether Xinsong is good or not. The sisters in this courtyard all know it too. It's not that Xinsong is bad, it's not that the official empress is bad, it's us
I... can't bear the hardship. If I am willing, I can lie down at the window and shout, "I want to be a good person." The imperial court will make the decision for us, return the taxes collected from us to the old bustard, and set us free. In addition, the imperial court will also make a decision for us.
The money given to Anjia, the house and fields for Anjia. If nothing else, no one will starve to death if they plant five acres of land."
Therefore, even the ladies in the kiln and the Madam don’t dare to go too far. They are not the Madam’s personal belongings. Each of them is independent. The Madam provides a place.
They work. In fact, some like her have saved money in the past two years, bought a small yard in the inner city, and now rent it out to make a profit. Every sister is the kind of person who can do whatever they want.
You have to register with the Yamen. If you don't want to do it, don't dare. Just go to the Yamen yourself to cancel your prostitution registration.
It's just that the taxes levied on people like me are a bit heavier, but apart from the fact that the way to make money is not very bright, I live quite like a human being.
After two glasses of wine, my whole body felt warm.
Ding Daquan heard something else from this girl's words, that is, Xin Song seemed to be very popular among the people of Xin Song.
He deliberately said: "Even so, it is really not easy for a weak woman like this girl to make a living..."
But the girl only smiled: "I was raised in a brothel. My parents couldn't survive, so they sold me and moved me to a brothel. I was only eight years old at that time..."
"Then you should hate the Jin people even more, but the New Song Dynasty regards the Jin people as brothers and sisters..." Ding Daquan said.
The girl showed a little surprise on her face, and then she covered her mouth and laughed loudly: "I am originally from Xiangyang. I owed my brother-in-law who was an official two taels of silver. I ended up profiting from it. In the end, I sold my son and daughter.
I still don’t know, the guest said, who harmed me now?”
Ding Daquan was speechless, but could not say these words anymore.
The girl seemed to be afraid of being disappointed, so she said: "I was sold from the north to the south, and was beaten and scolded by my mother all day long. Later, the New Song Dynasty came, and I became a good person. I was also allocated five acres of land, which was considered good land! I met a
The hunting men were originally mountain people, but later they came down from the mountains... He didn't dislike me, and we became a family. That year, my boss went to the Hetao to sell horses, but was killed by the Mongolian Tatars. I guarded
After three years of marriage, I got married again, but not every time I met a good person. This time I met a bastard who forced me to open a secret door at home to make money. He never regarded me as a human being! I was furious.
I sued him at the Yamen, and he was sentenced to hard labor, and he was never allowed to come out for the rest of his life. As for me... it was hard to live. There was a lot of trouble in front of the widow, and many people said that I had harmed my husband... I couldn't stand that.
Well, I might as well find a restaurant, hang up curtains and do my old job. Just talk about it!"
Ding Daquan is not concerned about these pitiful life experiences. In the brothel, everyone can tell a bunch of pitiful stories. He has long since lost his sympathy. She is concerned about another thing: "You have been registered as a prostitute.
The house and land assigned to you have been taken back again?"
Of course.
Ding Daquan nodded and thought about it in his mind. This industry imposed heavy taxes, which could be implemented in the Southern Song Dynasty.
It just so happens that the official family is short of money to build a temple for Concubine Yan Guifei. This is indeed an opportunity to show off. If the official family can like it, then...it seems that after returning, I have to collect some good things for the old man Dong Songchen.
Eunuch, he still has to deliver the message to the officials.
Thinking of this, I felt very happy for a moment. I pulled the girl to my side and started to unbutton the girl's clothes.
This girl just did that and acted casually, which made him lose all interest for a while.
Just when I was thinking that I couldn't go out to another house to have fun, there was a knock on this door.
The girl chuckled softly: "My guest, remember not to talk to the sisters next time. I forgot to mention that this room is for business, and the time is only half an hour at most. After this hour, you can either add more money,
Or, you leave."
Damn it! What can you do in half an hour?
The girl giggled: "The most men I have ever met can only last for one stick of incense. The rest of the time is enough for a meal." Therefore, half an hour is considered plenty.
After saying this, several girls passing by the door also started laughing.
Ding Daquan was a little embarrassed for a moment. He came here not for entertainment, but for the entertainment of these women. Jia Sidao's expression before seemed to appear in front of him again, and he felt that even such a woman would dare to take it.
He was fooling around.
Just as he was about to get angry, a boy ran in and said, "The guest's surname is Ding. There is someone looking for you outside the door."
Has anyone else found this place themselves?
Ding Daquan thought to himself: Prime Minister Qiao and Jia Sidao must have known about coming here.
Thinking of this, his face turned pale. This would bring shame to the Southern Song Dynasty to the New Song Dynasty. He walked out quickly, and the boy chased him out, but he only said the name of the teahouse.
He was anxious. When he arrived at the teahouse, he stepped in and the shopkeeper asked, "Is it Mr. Ding? Qingfeng Heyue on the second floor."
Qingfeng and Yue were Yajian's names. He didn't have time to ask in detail, so he went up to the second floor. At the stairway of the second floor stood a young man in smart clothes. The young man's eyes were indifferent and he only said three words: "Follow me."
Come."
Seeing that Qingfeng and Yue were indeed written on the door of the private room, he breathed a sigh of relief.
If he doesn't know this young man himself, then the person looking for him is not from the mission. But he is not from the mission, but he knows him... could he be a businessman from the Southern Song Dynasty?
That’s not right! Businessmen in the Southern Song Dynasty would not dare to have such an attitude towards themselves.
Feeling uneasy, after entering, he found a man in his thirties half leaning on the couch, and he frowned: "May I ask who you are? I have never seen you before."
Wan Yankang looked Ding Daquan up and down, and saw that this person was really different from ordinary people, and his face was indeed a little blue, so he smiled and said: "Master Ding didn't know me before, but he will know me in the future. It doesn't hurt to tell you now, I'm here
Wanyankang..."
Wanyankang?
Which Wanyankang?
Is it that Wan Yankang?
Before coming out, I vaguely heard that Jia Sidao had sent a greeting card to this person. Unexpectedly, I saw Jia Sidao here before he came to the door.
And he didn't ask to see me, it was him who asked to see him.
This mentality of comparing himself to those who looked down on him made him very fond of the new Song Dynasty King Zhao. He knelt down and bowed his head and prayed: "My lord, be well!"
"Get up!" Wan Yankang leaned on the soft pillow without moving, and pointed to a chair not far away: "Sit anywhere you want."
Ding Daquan's buttocks were only next to the edge of the bench, and it was even more uncomfortable to sit than to stand.
Wanyankang closed the book in his hand, pushed it aside casually, changed into a comfortable position, and asked: "Do you know why I called you here?"
"Little... little... I really don't know." Ding Daquan said honestly.
Wanyankang threw a greeting card casually, and Ding Daquan quickly caught it. At first glance, he saw that it was Jia Sidao's.
"Do you know why I didn't see him, but only came to see you?" Wan Yankang asked.
Ding Daquan shook his head: "Please give me your advice."
Wanyankang sat up and looked at him: "Because you have nothing to rely on, but he is already your uncle."
Ding Daquan vaguely understood. He emphasized: "The younger one is a minister of the Southern Song Dynasty."
Wanyankang smiled: "I thought you were a smart person."
Ding Daquan did not dare to say that he was not smart. To say that he was not smart was to directly reject others. But Ding Daquan did not care to say that he was smart because he did not know what he was going to face.
After being silent for a long time, he said: "To be honest with you, the prince, although I am a deputy envoy, I am just a small county captain..."
"You don't need to tell me your resume... I know your resume better than you do..." After saying that, he looked at Yang Guo.
Yang Guo seemed to be reciting the text, "Ding Daquan, courtesy name Ziwan, was born in Zhenjiang in the Southern Song Dynasty. He had a strange appearance when he was born, his face was blue, and he was called Ding Qingpi, which made people shudder to see him. In the second year of Jiaxi, he became a Jinshi... Later...
He was transferred to Xiaoshan Lieutenant. This man was very good at flattering people and tried his best to curry favor with his servants Lu Yunsheng and Dong Songchen who were favored by Zhao Yun..."
Seeing Ding Daquan sweating profusely, Wan Yankang waved his hand to interrupt Yang Guo and asked Ding Daquan: "Do you want to go on? The information I have about you..." He gestured with appreciation: "It's so thick... from you
The situation of your parents, the two families of your parents, your interpersonal network, and all the other things when you married a wife and had children, including who gave you the earliest bribe money at what time and where, as mentioned at the time
All the words are clearly understood..."
Ding Daquan knelt down with a thud: "How can I, a young man, ask the prince to bother me so much?" These things cannot be found out in a day or two.
In fact, the Chaowen Pavilion has records of officials from the Southern Song Dynasty. After verification, these can be exchanged for points and silver. Where are these people in the world? If you just check, everything is silver, why don't they spend more by the way?
What's on my mind? Before going out, I asked my son to tell Chaowen Pavilion that I wanted Ding Daquan's information. No, the information was delivered to me as soon as I sat down in the teahouse. This is efficiency.
For the Southern Song Dynasty, my lord waited carefully for ten years, and these ten years were definitely not in vain.
After calming down Ding Daquan, Wanyan Kangcai said: "Why did Qiao Xingjian leave you and Jia Sidao to enter the palace alone, and why did Jia Sidao send a greeting card to this king? Do you understand these?"
Yes! Qiao Xingjian faced the Xin Song Dynasty official alone. Who knew what he had promised him, and how could he know what kind of thoughts he had behind his back.
And Jia Sidao, even though his sister was still a noble concubine, he condescended to him and took the initiative to ask for an audience with King Zhao. This shows that he may not have realized something.
He said again: "Please give me your advice, Your Majesty." This time he was much more sincere than last time.
When Wanyankang saw that he had behaved, he said: "I can't speak of advice, but you should know who I used to be..."
He was once the only son of the Sixth Prince of the Kingdom of Jin.
"Then who is this king now?" Wanyankang asked again.
Now you are the powerful King Zhao of the New Song Dynasty.
Wanyankang chuckled: "Then tell me, why did I, the prince of the Jin Dynasty, neglect the good things of the Jin Dynasty and rebel against the Jin Kingdom?"
Ding Daquan shook his head. Thinking about it at the time, he always felt that there was something wrong with King Zhao's mind.
Wanyankang asked: "Where is the Kingdom of Jin now?"
The Kingdom of Jin had been wiped out long ago, but the prince of the then royal family suddenly transformed into a more prominent prince in the new Song Dynasty.
Ding Daquan thought for a moment, and then he understood.
What he wanted to say was: I can even give up the crown prince's position, so why would you want to give up a small county lieutenant position? I saw that the Kingdom of Jin was showing signs of decline, so I found another way out. What about you?
?Do you think the Southern Song Dynasty can last forever?
Yes! This is a living example.
Wanyankang asked again: "Now do you know why Jia Sidaogui, as the uncle of the state, asked to see me?"
Got it! He is not as prominent as you were back then. You were still a member of the royal family back then, but he was just a relative. You can give it up, so what can’t he give up? If you give it up, it’s impossible to say that Jia Sidao will suddenly change his identity and become even more important than the uncle of the country.
prominent.
In the final analysis, what you are looking for is just a way out and a future.
Ding Daquan was also a courageous person, so he immediately knelt down and said, "My lord, you will be my little master from now on. You can do whatever you say."
Wan Yankang: "..." You are also the deputy envoy after all, so your attitude is too low.
But no matter what the person himself is, this person can still be used.
After the goal is achieved, he can go back home. Before leaving, he gave Ding Daquan a waist badge. From now on, he will only recognize the waist badge and no one else. If someone comes to him with the other half of the waist badge, he just needs to be obedient and do things.
"As for the future... If you take care of things well, the future will depend on you." Before leaving, he gave the other party such a promise and 20,000 taels of silver as funding.
Ding Daquan respectfully sent them off and stayed alone in the private room for a long time. He didn't leave until it was about to close.
At this time, the snow outside was already very heavy, and there were not many people on the street. It seemed impossible to go back to the city, so I simply found an open restaurant and found a girl who could see her.
After spending the night in a warm house, we set off back at dawn the next day.
On the way back from buying fried dough sticks unique to the North, I saw that Jia Sidao had already packed them up and was taking someone out. One look at the half-carriage of gifts showed that he was going to Prince Zhao's Mansion.
He greeted politely: "Mr. Jia, are you going out?" He was carrying the fried dough sticks wrapped in hemp paper and wanted to say a few more polite words. Unexpectedly, he passed by him and got directly into the carriage, as if even looking at it would be inconvenient.
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When the carriage was far away, Ding Daquan straightened up and the smile on his face faded little by little. At this time, he saw the embassy across a road from here. The door opened from the inside. There were several Mongolian embassy officials.
Khan came out yawning.
Hey! The envoy from Mongolia has arrived!
When did it happen? I didn’t see him when I went out last night.
He turned his face and saw the servant of Prime Minister Qiao's family sticking his head out to look here, so he put away the coldness on his face and put on a smile. The prime minister's disciple was a seventh-rank official, and he was a county lieutenant with seven consecutive titles.
The quality was not as good as it was. He took the initiative to hand over the fried dough sticks and said, "Take it and try it." Seeing that the boy was happy, he asked, "I didn't pay attention when I went out just now. When did the Mongolian envoy arrive?"
The handyman then said vaguely: "I guess you didn't know it since you were asleep. We got there last night. It was snowing heavily at that time."
oh!
"Do you know who is coming?" Ding Daquan asked again.
The handyman's mouth was stuffed with fried dough sticks, and he just said: "It sounds like some kind of prince..."
prince?
Then this standard is not low.
"This is Prince Guiyu." The fourth master handed the credentials to Tongtong to read.
But Tongtong didn't know who Guiyou was, she only remembered the Mongolian prince Huodu.
However, there was no son named Huodu among the sons of the Mongolian Khan Ogedai.
The fourth master had long forgotten about the damn Huo. He was talking about this noble cause: "...the eldest son of Wo Kuotai..." who was later named Yuan Dingzong.
Only then did Tongtong stand in awe. Knowing who it was, he let it go. He was still thinking, this Huo must be a prince. It makes no sense that there is no such character on the Mongolian card. But if he is not a prince, why do everyone in Jianghu
Call him prince. Moreover, this man may have something to do with Wan Yanyan from the Kingdom of Jin.
She was thinking about this, but the fourth master was educating his son over there, and he was talking about the current Mongolian Khan Ogedei.
Heng'er knows more about that Tuo Lei. The first way is Hua Zheng, the second way is Guo Jing. The third way is Diao'er. When talking about Diao'er, Hua Zheng is mentioned.
When talking about Huazheng, we talk about Guo Jing, saying that Huazheng is Guo Jing's wise sister and so on.
What he is more curious about right now is: "Don't the Mongolians always have the custom of 'younger sons guard the property'? According to this custom, Tuo Lei should be the reasonable heir."
That’s right.
This so-called "young son's property protection" means that in a family, only the youngest son born to the main wife can live with his parents and eventually inherit all the property of his parents.
There are four legitimate sons of Genghis Khan, namely Jochi, Chagatai, Ogedai and Tolei.
According to the custom of guarding the birth of the youngest son, Tuolei should be called to inherit the throne. In fact, after Genghis Khan's death, there was a quarrel over this heir for more than forty days. Even with Genghis Khan's edict, Wokuotai succeeded
However, some Mongolian tribes were dissatisfied because it did not conform to the concept of "young sons guarding the property".
It is a good thing that children can ask questions, as it can make up for the lesson that Heng'er has been lacking. Because he has no brothers who can compete with him for the throne.
The fourth master said: "If Temujin is just a tribal leader, then there is no problem in choosing Tuo Lei. But Temujin is not only a leader who does not fall, he is a dignified Genghis Khan. Comparing the tribes of Mongolia
It’s complicated, and you can’t rule it unless you have great prestige. Tuo Lei is the youngest son, and he also has considerable military talents. However, if you look at the information, is there any record of Tuo Lei leading the army alone? "
Heng'er shook his head, as if not.
"That's right." The fourth master said: "Without independent leadership, he has always been by his father's side, so there is no condition for cultivating direct subordinates and an army. If he doesn't even have these, where does his prestige come from? And he
The three brothers are different. In terms of meritorious service, Jochi and Chagatai are greater than Ogedai. But Jochi is a 'guest'..." This name means guest. He is not
Temujin's son was conceived after Temujin's wife was captured. "So, he is not qualified to go to heaven from his bloodline. But Temujin can be regarded as saving this son, because Jochi and Chagatai have always
No, with you and without me, with me and without you, if the Chagatai ascends, Jochi will undoubtedly die. Therefore, Genghis Khan gave the farthest vassal state to Jochi, sent him away from afar, and gave the Khan position to the centrist
Wo Kuotai. He was generous and prestigious. But even so, he still left a will, saying that if Wo Kuotai wants to succeed, he must be elected through the 'Hu Li Tai' meeting..."
Heng'er also knew that the Huli Tai Conference was a meeting attended by tribal leaders or tribal alliance leaders and nobles. In the early days, it was used to recommend leaders and decide wars, but Genghis Khan retained this custom.
Fourth Master’s comment on this was: “It’s so valuable!”
Heng'er understood the meaning of this: "If the person sitting on the dragon throne is domineering, this will not be a blessing in the world."
Yes! This is a bit like democratic selection of talents.
The father and son were discussing the past, present and future of Mongolia in full swing on the table, and Tongtong was still stuck in the question of who Huo Dou was.
It was already late in the evening before Fourth Master said: "You must be your noble son, I'm afraid I don't know which tribe's prince you are."
Thought he could not stay well in Mongolia, but he could drift around the world, and even hide in the Beggar Clan for sixteen years. How could he be so idle? He could only be from a certain tribe, or a tribe that has declined.
Lin Yutong thought of his family: "The grandson of Wang Han, the leader of the Kelie tribe, is from this lineage?"
It should be about the same.
This branch was annexed and eliminated by Temujin, and Du Shi wanted to marry Hua Zheng... What happened next? Whether he died or fled, no one can tell. If he is really a descendant of this lineage, it would be reasonable.
His status can indeed be regarded as that of a prince, but...there is really no territory for him to busy himself with, and he relies on his martial arts to plan this and that.
The doubts were cleared, and then I fell asleep, snoring.
The fourth master is helpless, why are you so competitive? Is it interesting to compete on this matter?!
Interesting! Of course it is.
Accompanying Prince Guyu this time was not Yeluqi, the son of Yelu Chucai?
Lin Yutong asked Long'er: "Where is the person you asked to resettle last time?"
The person who asked me to settle last time?
You asked me to arrange for too many people!
Lin Yutong said: "A woman named Liang!"
"Oh!" Long Er remembered: "She took good care of her, and she taught me in the women's camp." The main reason was the teacher of the prostitute class, who was very friendly and kind. "Why did mother ask about her?"
She! She is really an important person.
As soon as Yelu Qi came, Lin Yutong thought of this woman. Speaking of which, it was only after Yelu Chucai escaped that Lin Yutong sent people to look for his wife.
His first wife, Mrs. Liang, gave birth to his son Liang Xuan, who was his eldest son. But during the war, Yelu Chucai and his wife were lost! Yelu Chucai took his son to Mongolia, and later he had to reuse...
...When Lin Yutong found the Liang family, Yelu Chucai married another Su family. This Su family was also the fourth grandson of Su Shi. Of course, Su Shi had died long ago. Then, he had another child with this Su family.
Zi Yelu Zhu.
Historically, the eldest son of Yelu Chucai was mediocre, but this time he seems to have inherited his father's true heritage. There are many things in this that are not easy to explain, but at least a child without a mother will definitely not be as good as a child with a mother.
The Liang family in the women's camp is not completely uninformed. For example, children are required to have some understanding of current affairs in various countries. Therefore, the news about Yelu Chucai in Mongolia is often mentioned. But the Liang family has always been
She was silent and didn't say anything. She was a stupid woman, and someone tried so hard to find her. It was impossible that she didn't know why, but she knew but didn't say anything. She just stayed in the women's camp so honestly. Lin Yutong was all
I don't know what people think.
Lin Yutong didn't know Yelu Qi's origins. He didn't know whether he was born to the Su family or Yelu Chucai's concubine. But someone came to the Yelu family. If the Liang family broke off their relationship with Yelu Chucai, could they still break it off?
The relationship between her and her son?
After hearing his mother say so much, Long'er suddenly understood: "My father and mother must be reluctant to part with Yelu Chucai."
Lin Yutong sighed: "Go ahead and take good care of it. You may find it useful sometime. But you can't call it an accident."
As soon as Long'er left, Huang Rong asked to see him: "I heard that the Mongolian mission is here. Is there any news?"
He was asking for news from Huo Dou.
Lin Yutong said in his heart, I am not familiar with Mongolia, but Guo Jing is familiar with it. Whose son is called Huo Dou, doesn’t he know? Come in and ask me where I can find Huo Dou for you. This kind of thing,
You can only wait for the other party to show up. Or, you can pry Wan Yanyan's mouth open.
But that woman Wan Yanyan... according to what Long Er said, she was very difficult to deal with.
So, what Huang Ronglai means is: "Want me to meet Wan Yanyan?"
Huang Rong frowned: "The old blind man has been on hunger strike for the third day at home."
Lin Yutong: "..." If you love to death, you will die!
As a result, before these words were spoken, A Chou came back to deliver the news: "Something happened to Wan Yan Ping and Wan Yan Dao, and they disappeared!"
ah?
Huang Rong looked at Lin Yutong, and Lin Yutong said, "Isn't Mrs. Guo looking for someone? Then Huo Dou showed up!"
"I'll go right away." Huang Rong ran out without saying a word.
Lin Yutong looked at A Chou and said, "Let's go, take me to meet Wan Yanyan."
A Chou gasped: "The girl has already gone to see you."
"Who is accompanying me?" The girl was sent back and she was alone? "Is Yang Guo following?" She felt a little more relieved when she thought of this.
A Chou shook his head: "Master Yang has gone to find Miss Wanyan, and our princess is alone."
Lin Yutong's expression changed, his figure flickered, and he was gone...
The author has something to say: I can’t open my sleepy eyes. Let’s do this for now and talk about it tomorrow...